Diary of a Diva

French Food

To the sober person, adventurous conduct seems insanity.— Aristotle I awoke to the same rhythmic rocking that had lulled me to sleep seven hours earlier. I could hear David stirring on the bunk above, an indication

Peripathetic

The pain passes, but the beauty remains.— Pierre-Auguste Renoir ‘Check out the woman in the red shirt three sizes too small and the guy in purple plaid shorts,” said David. “Eastern European?” I guessed. “Yup,” he